So I was in the kitchen minding my own business. Actually I was doing dishes, like a good and stable mother, when in walks Little Dog. Out of nowhere he says, "Mama, you have a giant butt."
"Wow, that's great. Thanks. Not really what I want to hear, but ok," I replied, still a little stunned that he felt needed to comment on my ass.
Fine, I have a little....um, padding. But I'm working on it. If anything there is less padding right now than last week and even less than the week before that. Anyhow, I start to feel a little bummed out. Why is my 3 year old picking on me? I probably said something along those lines at some point and he's just repeating what he heard, but it still doesn't make it nice.
And as I am in my own little world of self pity, Little Dog speaks again. "Every one's mama has a giant butt."
"Really, every one's," I ask, brightening slightly.
"Yes, all mama's have giant butts."
Well, at least I'm in good company.
Pasta ala Fridge
5 years ago